"Where are you?"
She pulled her phone from her pocket and read the text with surprise. She had not been expecting any calls or texts, but to receive one from him for no reason was really unusual. She looked at the screen for a minute, debating, and then typed in her answer.
"Well good morning to you! I'm workin in the garden, whatcha doing?"
She grinned as she hit send, the tone of his message had seemed a little demanding, but that was probably her own interpretation of it. That was one of the rough parts of text messages; there were no tones of voices, no facial expressions, no way to know how someone felt while writing. He was a Dom, and a very good one at that. She was occasionally submissive, but more often than not a brat. While they could have fun on occasion, she just was not the kind of girl he enjoyed playing with. This had never stopped her from trying to tempt him, but it was very rare that he agreed to exert his control over her, even for a short time. She had just put the phone down and began to work in the soft dirt when it buzzed again. She frowned slightly, surprised at how fast he had responded.
"Who else is home?"
She read the message again, trying to ignore the small thrill. She was not sure what he was aiming at, but it made her giddy anyway.
"No one, I'm alone until 5." She typed back, and then stared at the phone without hitting send.
He was always cheerful and kind, even when he turned down her requests to play. They chatted via text a couple times a week, just last week she had complained about her high level of stress and expressed a desire to be controlled. He had understood, offered her words of motivation, and left it at that. She shook her head and hit send, sure she was being overly dramatic.
The phone rang before she could put it down and to her surprise she saw the small camera icon indicating that it was a video call. It was him, she stared at it. Her finger hoovered over the accept button but she hesitated. She was a mess, her hands were dirty and her hair piled high on her head. She was wearing a black tank top and jean shorts, she was dusty, sweaty, and fairly disheveled. Despite her misgivings she could not ignore him, so she hit accept. His face popped up on the screen and she smiled.
"Hi" she said.
"Get in the house girl." He growled. He seemed calm, but his voice was stern. This was not a side of him she had ever seen; in the past he had always been in charge, but amused and expectant. She blinked a couple of times, then her instincts kicked in. She stood quickly, brushing the dirt off her knees and began to walk to the house.
"What's going on?" She asked him.
"Get upstairs to your bedroom." He answered, ignoring her question. She bit her lip and hesitated on the stairs. She really was not the sort of girl who was good at following orders without being made, she was a brat and it was in her nature. There was something about his attitude that made her uncomfortable, and it was that discomfort that made her climb the stairs without comment or argument.
"Please Sir," she asked, unaware of the huskiness of her voice, "did I do something?"
"No, but you will." He answered. "Let me see what you have for spankings." She stared at him, debated her next move. In the end she was powerless, his unexpected domination overrode any of her defenses, besides she had yearned for his control so often that she was afraid to do anything to mess it up. She put the phone down on the bed, tilted so he could watch her, and reached under the bed to grab a box. Slowly, feeling more than a little nervous, she removed her toys. There were several paddles, a flogger, and a long switch that she had picked; she placed the items on the bed and then picked up the phone, turning the camera to show him the selection.
"Get the red paddle and the put the rest away. Take your pants off and get on your knees on the bed." He demanded.
"Wait, what?" She asked, really shocked by his attitude and demands.
"I'll add five more for that, slut. Do as I say. Now." He growled and she quickly obeyed. She was not sure what five more meant, but she could guess. As she put the toys back in the box, except the red one, she considered the fact that she could just say no, or hang up. She knew there was nothing he could do, and he would not do anything anyway. She was sure he would go back to talking to her like nothing had happened. He was not the sort to hold his friendship hostage if she did not obey. In the end she put the box away and pulled her pants down because she wanted to, needed to, obey him. He stopped her before she could pull her panties down.
"Get on the bed, on your knees. Put the phone against the pillow so I can see then turn around so I can see your ass." He instructed. She felt her face turning hot and red as she did as he commanded. Her legs were shaking slightly from the experience; she was nervous and more than a little embarrassed.
"Pull your panties down, leave them on your thighs." He told her. He was throwing her off, not letting her build up her confidence. As a result she was feeling slightly humiliated, and slightly ashamed of her arousal. This only served to make her more wet, a fact that she was scared he would notice very soon.
"Good, lean forward and grab your paddle." He said and she obeyed. "I can see your already getting hot aren't you? Your pussy seems a little swollen."
She didn't answer him, what could she saw? His words started a fire deep in her belly, she hated to be exposed, but it felt so good.
